Posted on August 1, 2014 at 07:20:42 PM by KASABiAN
 And it's consequences keep you up at night. The buckskin-hued stallion stood rather at the shoreline of his home, a few lone green stalks from a neighboring sand dune churning dully between his jaws. The stars that blanketed the purplish sky were fading as daybreak crept in -- the sky rising in the wake of strong hues of red, pink and orange over the reflective mass of the calm ocean. The salty waves lapped at his hooves, sand staining his dark legs and adding a layer to his coronet band. The warm ocean breeze whipped through his unruly locks, dark, tangled knots fluttering in the gust, and the pesky strands of his forelock masking his emerald eyes. For the first time in his life, Kasabian had a home. He had something to call his own. Perhaps stumbling upon the islands again was something he was meant to do. It was his next chapter - after spending several years abroad as a bachelor, this was his sign to abandon this lifestyle for something else. Something that had the opportunity to mean more to him, and to the others, who would put their trust in him. The whole idea of it was enthralling, but damn near terrifying, too. Kasabian let out a low snort, soft-skinned nostrils flaring as he pivoted on his haunches and began the trek into the growling jungle. His limp wasn't quite so visible in the soft sand, but the stud stumbled fairly frequently over the rocks, the stiffness in his hip and the weakness in his front leg obvious to any predator that may have been spying in the distance. Kasabian wasn't exactly lead stallion material by first glance. His lackadaisical, carefree personality made him better suited as a vagabond, coming and going as he pleases. It was in his nature to roam, to see the world, to meet others of his kind, to have a good time. He wasn't the one to patrol or govern, bark orders or chase away strangers. But he was willing to try, ailments and all. And so far, it seemed was relatively successful. He stallion tried not to think about it his responsibilities too much - as he did about most things - and instead enjoy the company of the few who'd joined him here. The scent of his friends was strong on the land even at the early hour, the sweet perfume of women, and even a couple men, lingering on the grassy slopes and among the palmed branches. This place was beginning to resemble a warm hearth, a safe haven of sorts, something he'd always envisioned. He stood at the edge of the dark jungle, the insects humming and birds chirping, to welcome the new day. And there he waited for his friends to greet him. It was about time they'd all gotten together and met one another. OOC: Whatever souls are still lingering here, herd members and visitors, are welcome to post. KASABiAN 8 | Buckskin | Stallion | Arabian X Thoroughbred X Mustang X Halflinger | 16. 1 | © Vinyl |